Flukes (9 page)

“I was working, sir, and didn’t realize how much time had passed.”

“Ah, can’t hold that against him, can you, Marshall?” The fat man smiled at Dad as if they were long-lost buddies.

“Certainly not. Blake, meet Mr. Jordan and his wife, Lyla.” I shook their hands and tried to not grimace. “And this is Mr. Jordan’s daughter, Kimberly.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned and smiled at the brunette. She held her hand out and I shook it. “Lovely to meet you.”

I couldn’t help it when my eyes strayed to the clock above the fireplace. A completely useless fireplace. It was half past nine o’clock, so I had to make nice for a half hour before I could claim exhaustion. Kimberly sat down on the loveseat next to the wall and patted a cushion next to her. I sat down, knowing how this was supposed to go. I could feel Dad’s eyes on me as I smiled at the girl. If you could win over the whole family, you could land the deal easily.

“So, Blake Weathering. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She smiled, showing her orthodontist-perfect teeth.

“Is that so?” I smiled at her while I mentally counted down the seconds until I could escape.

She leaned forward to show off her enhanced cleavage and put her hand on my knee. “Lots. I was excited to get to meet you. My friend Meghan said that you were a lot of fun.”

Vince snorted into his drink and I felt my jaw clench. Meghan had been a giant headache. We’d had a fling a year ago, but it was short-lived. There were songs about her type of crazy. She had been fun for a little while but eventually turned into one of those scary, crying in public messes when I forgot to open a door for her. It had been ugly.

“I hope she’s doing well.”

“Oh, she’s fine. Shacking up with some ski instructor last I heard. What about you?” Her hand was still on my knee. I looked down at it and picked it up gently before placing it back in her own lap.

“Do you mean how am I doing? Or do you want to know who I’m shacking up with?” I knew that this wasn’t how I was supposed to play the game. I was supposed to lead her on a little, flirt a bit, then call it a night. But every time she opened her mouth, a pair of teasing teal eyes fluttered through my mind and I couldn’t stomach wasting my life like this.

She took a sip of her drink and smiled at me. “Both.”

“Well, you just cut to the chase, don’t you?” Vince piped in from where he was perched next to the long table that housed Dad’s bottles of scotch.

“I’m only here for a week.” Kimberly darted an annoyed look at Vincent. It was apparent now that I was here, she wanted nothing to do with him.

“I’m busy. Very busy.” I took the drink out of Vincent’s hand and downed the rest of it. He was too young to be drinking anyway.

“There are ways around work, Blake.” She ran a hand up and down her leg. It was a nice leg, but I just didn’t give a rat’s ass.

“True, but I’m seeing someone and I don’t play games.” I stood up and held my hand out to her. “It was lovely to meet you, but I’m going to have to excuse myself. I’m exhausted and have a long day tomorrow.”

“Oh.” She stood up and tried to give me an awkward hug. Vince’s mouth was pulled into a tight line as he fought to not laugh.

I left the room quickly. I didn’t care who I offended, I was done with this shit. There was a sharp tap on my bedroom door and I grunted. When Dad opened the door, I wasn’t surprised. He closed it quickly behind him and sat down in the desk chair.

“Want to tell me what the problem is?” His voice was low and quiet. If I didn’t know better I might think he actually cared, but that wasn’t it. He had spent years perfecting his voice for negotiations. That’s all this was for him.

“I’m tired of the fake shit.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not doing it anymore. I’m not wasting my life with these people.”

“It seemed like Kimberly wasn’t dealing fake shit. Sounded very straightforward.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “She’s attractive. I would think you wouldn’t mind spending time with her. Or are you really seeing someone?”

“It’s none of your business.” I ran my hands through my hair. “Shit. Are you
trying
to pimp Vince and me out?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” There was the dad I knew. “I would never expect you to sleep with a client’s daughter. I do want you to be civil and friendly. That’s never hurt anyone.”

“No.”

“No?” He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

“No. I’m not going to kiss the ass of people I despise.” I pulled my hands out of my pockets, bothered that I had adopted his stance without meaning to.

“This is your family, too, Blake. You need to help make sure it stays where it is.” His eyebrows pulled together. “Your older sister ran off to be an artist in New York. Vince is a pushover. He would be eaten alive in this business. You’re the only one that can keep us afloat.” He took a couple of steps toward me. “I’ve already had to pay off a judge to keep you out of jail. Did you think they were just going to slap you on the wrist? This family is the reason you’re walking free right now and you will do your part.”

“You paid off the judge.” I said the words slowly. It was my fault that those criminals had ended up at Flukes. I was the reason Ben was worried about Meena.

“Not just the judge, Blake. That kids’ family and lawyers, too.” He walked to the door. “I’ve made excuses for you tonight, but don’t let it happen again.”

Chapter Eight

- Meena -

My skin was still tingling from my brush with Blake, but right now I had something even more important to deal with. I had seen mermaids. In all the years that I had lived here, I had never seen another mermaid. There had been times when I thought that I was the only one.

I kicked my shoes off and slammed the screen door open. “Mom! Dad!”

They were nestled into the corner of the couch, watching one of Mom’s favorite shows. They both looked at me in concern, so I tried to calm down and act a little more like my age.

“Is Jallia birthing?” Dad shifted Mom out of his lap so he could stand up.

“No.” I plopped down on the other end of the couch and tried to pick my words carefully. “I went for a swim with Mitch tonight, but something happened.”

“Are you okay? Is Mitch okay?” Mom leaned forward, her eyes doing that quick scan all parents can do.

“We’re fine.” I waved my hand to let them know it was all okay. “I saw another mermaid.”

Silence filled the room and my parents just stared at me. It was my mom who finally spoke first. “You saw another mermaid. You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! And actually, there were two of them. Well, a mermaid and a merman. I guess that’s what you would call a male mermaid. Right?”

Mom nodded her head, but didn’t say anything else. Why weren’t they excited? All these years and now I know I’m not alone.

“Did you speak to them?” Dad leaned forward, his hands clasped together like when we had The Talk.

“No. Mitch made me hide.” All the tension left both their faces. “Why? Is there something I should know? And what would I say? What if they didn’t speak English? Talk about awkward.”

“No, nothing like that.” Mom looked at Dad before turning her attention back to me. “It’s just that we don’t know if there are any customs you should know or how they would react to a mermaid raised by humans.”

“That’s silly. Why would it matter that I was raised by humans?” As I said the words a chill went through me. We worked so hard to keep my secret, what if they felt I was a risk? “Oh. You think they might hurt me.” Despair flooded my chest. There were mermaids out there. Real mermaids like me, but I couldn’t talk to them.

“We don’t know that, Meena. We just want you to be careful. There’s no way of knowing how they would react.” Dad leaned forward. “They may be very friendly or they might be territorial. We just don’t know at this point.”

“Territorial?” I felt my face twist into disbelief. “Dad, I don’t go around peeing on the house plants.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. It could be a cultural thing that you would have no clue about. It’s best to be careful.”

“There are mermaids swimming in our waters. Around our island, and I can’t talk to them.” Tears sprang to my eyes and I hated it. I hated that they were right; they were just trying to protect me.

“No, Meena. We’re saying to be careful.” Mom moved to my end of the couch and pulled me against her. “Just don’t rush out to them yet. Let’s see if they stay for a while and go from there.”

“Exactly.” Dad moved closer to us and reached out to rub my hair. “What did Mitch do? Was she upset?”

“Not really. She was nervous and excited, but not angry or defensive. I don’t think she knew what to do.” My breath came out in a gust.

“Well, that’s a good sign. Mitch wouldn’t lead you wrong.” Mom wiped some of the tears away from my cheeks. “We just have to approach this with caution. They may already know you’re here.”

“That’s true. We can’t know if they have different senses.”

“I really hate it when you start using the Scientific-We stuff.” I shook my head.

“Sorry, Sea Monster. Old habits die hard.” He smiled at me and I found myself feeling a little better.

“You’re right.
We
need to be careful.” I smiled at Dad. “But if the opportunity comes, then I’m going to try to make contact. I have to.” I held my breath, hoping they would understand why it was so important to me.

“Sounds good. You’re smart, Meen. Trust your gut.” Mom hugged my shoulders. “We just want you to be careful.”

“We always hoped that you would meet others like you. It’s just a bit scary, you know?” Dad’s eyes wavered for a minute and I realized he wasn’t just scared for me. They were scared that I might leave them.

“I’m not going anywhere, guys. I just want to know a little more about myself.” I looked them each in the eye so they knew I was serious. “This is my home and you are my family.”

“We know.” Mom squeezed me again.

“Okay. I’m going to shower and head to bed.” I stood up and stretched.

“You’re not hungry?” Mom headed to the kitchen and I followed.

“Well, maybe some food and then a shower.”

The next morning I was awakened by the heavy thud of someone jumping on my bed. Groaning, I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

“What the hell, Vi?” I looked at my clock and frowned. “God, why are you here so early?”

“I wanted to see how yesterday went with your new buddy.” She laughed when I threw my pillow at her.

“He was waiting on the beach after my swim last night.” I looked at her from under my hair. I had forgotten to tell my parents about that part. They would freak out, but Violet was different. She squealed and quickly covered her mouth.

“Oh my God! Did he see you?”

I shrugged. “He saw me, but I don’t think he
really
saw me.”

“What was he doing? Did you tell him to meet up?” Violet tucked my pillow under her head and lay down next to me.

“No!” I lay back down and stared at the ceiling. “He thought I was skinny-dipping.”

Her laughter made me blush, but I couldn’t help smiling. “His expression when I told him I had to put my bottoms back on was priceless.”

“No, you didn’t!” She slapped my shoulder. “Spill. Everything.”

I did. I told her about Dad’s plan to redesign the logo, to spiff up the place, and plan a big event. I told her about Devin and how Blake had stood up for me, which led to our weird banter at the beach. She laughed and sighed the entire time.

“This sucks. You finally have guy trouble and I’m going to be on the other side of the planet!” She stuck her bottom lip out.

“Bah. It’s not guy trouble. He’s leaving as soon as he can.” I frowned. That bothered me more than it should. “So, tell me about the interview. Did you get it?”

“I did! They grilled me like a steak, but I got it in the end.” She sat up and turned to look at me. Her face was serious and I knew whatever she was about to say would probably make me sad. “But I have to leave early. They want me in Hawaii in ten days to meet with the head of the department.”

“You’re leaving? Ten days?” I sat up and looked at her. There was so much change happening, and I hadn’t even told her about the other mermaids yet.

“I know. It sucks, but it’s one of the stipulations.”

“It’s a good thing! You get more time in Hawaii!” I smiled and hoped it looked real. “By the time classes come around, you’ll know everyone. You’ll see, Vi!”

“I know.” She didn’t sound very enthusiastic. “I’m just really going to miss you.”

“Pfft. It’s the twenty-first century. We can talk every day.” I rolled out of bed and reached for some of the nail polish on my side table. I picked up a blue and a green. Violet grabbed the seafoam green and sat down on the floor. I flopped down in front of her so she could paint my toes while I painted my fingers. It was something we had done since I was little.

“So what did your parents say about Blake? Did they freak out when you told them he was on the beach while you were all fishy?” Her steady hands made quick work of my toes.

“Actually, I forgot to tell them. Something else happened last night.” I bit my lip. “While I was swimming I saw two mermaids.”